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Wednesday, 5 January 2011

a penguin in Cardiff by Dave Lewis

I never knew her, baby chick, King.A fleeting movement, walked past, stared for a while.She rescued me from damp lottery dreams andI recalculated my entire life in a fly-past. I had back pain, terminalhopefully not, but she mattered more that minute.

We all chatted about her, her thick coat of fur never mentioned.We knew in that summer sun it was colder than we’d ever know.We instinctively knew there was no need to bring up Photoshop,like a curse, a cheat or a steal. She didn’t warrant it,not even Smart sharpen or Levels, no need to Crop.Two sets of footprints in one world. You could feel thetears flowing inside.

I’m sure we could have all stayed forever, untilthe security guards pushed us out. She needed rescuing,protecting, from iPads and oil spills. The badger killerslived in this town. Fact is, she was probably surroundedby a million of her kind, soft and warm. On an ash beach cool asicicles she’s programmed to waitfor mammy and fish

But we wondered, kept wonderinghow the story would end, would she make it?Yet the answer was as near as her imagethe answer was always the samethe answer was frozen in timelike a still shot of Godin black and white.

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